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The Charles Viewer
Spring 2012
Edited by: E. Acheampong, A. Cook, D. Taylor, and V. Nguyen
F i s h e r C o l l e g e
Charles Viewer Logo by: Derek Taylor
The Charles Viewer
Fisher College Page 3
Table of Contents
Letter from the Editor 4
“New York City Bunny” by E. Martin 5
“To Be of Use” by E. Martin 6
“What is Love?” by B. Odiana 8
“Love Triangle” by A. Campbell 10
“Fashion” by T. Calabro 12
“RAWR” by K. Fletcher 13
“Paper Airplanes” by E. Martin 14
“Dizzy” by E. Martin 18
“Untitled “ by R. Abdrashitov 19
“One’s Life” by I. Ogoula 20
“Bottom Up Poem” by C. Fercodini 22
“Daddy’s” by C. Fercodini 23
“Progress” by A. Campbell 24
“Zoned” by A. Campbell 25
“Purple Clouds” by Anonymous 26
“Dancing with Fireflies” by V. Nguyen 27
“The Red Lord” by A. Cook 28
“Boston Sunset” by D. Batista 29
“Sustainability” by E. Acheampong 30
“Neon Lights” by R. Rhodenizer 31
“Water” by I. Harold 32
“Like My Momma” by I. Harold 33
“Untitled” by R. Abdrashitov Back
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From the Editors.
Dear Fisher College Community,
We write to you at the edge of a deadline, sitting in
ACE wondering apprehensively if we will meet it.
Just kidding. We know we can and will make it. We
are, after all, college students. We are pleased with this, the first
issue we have ever edited! This year we have a brand new edi-
torial staff, brand new contributors, and one long-term advisor.
Thank you, Dr. Martino for sticking with the Charles Viewer!
We would also like to thank our wonderful
contributors for helping to bring this magazine to life. We could
never have made this magazine without you!
Last but not least, we would like to thank Dr. McGov-
ern, President of Fisher College; Dr. Walton, Division Chair of
Liberal Arts & Sciences; and Margarita Ascencio,
Director of Student Activities; and all of our teachers,
parents, and friends who have encouraged us and our
contributors over the years. You are the reason we create.
We hope you enjoy this issue of the Charles Viewer.
Sincerely,
The Editors :3
Fisher College
New York City Bunny Erin Martin
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To be of Use Erin Martin
I envy those who work with their hands and voices.
I have seen them make their living on television and computer screens
And I have heard them on the radio.
I’ve even been to restaurants, museums, modern temples dedicated to
these people.
Some of these temples hold treasures, tokens and icons, sitting safely
under glass.
The sparkling stage costume which glitters no more, the forgotten,
sedentary drum,
A guitar which once wept in its player’s arms, now silenced under the
unrelenting display light.
A sorry echo of the spotlight that once graced its polished curves.
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To be of Use (Cont.) Erin Martin
I feel the pain of these forgotten relics as I gaze at them, I long to break
the glass.
I yearn to feel the fabric of the scratchy sequins on my skin, to feel the
drum beat within
My chest, to feel the rusted strings of the guitars under my tender fingers.
I crave to raise my voice to its fullest potential, for someone to hear me.
Someday, I will no longer be quite like these instruments of others’ pasts.
I will no longer be silent; my voice will no longer be wasted.
Someday, my voice will become my power.
To be of use.
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What is love? Brian Odiana
“Love don’t cost a thing,” she said
Then why’d you send me out to keep you fed?
I wonder “have I been misled?”
Or if I’m really dreaming
And I’m falling off this bed.
She told me that I’m immature
Asked to go out I said sure
Thinking things would crash and burn
I’ll never learn
What is love?
Is it constantly yelling, screaming,
Redeeming one’s trust?
Or is it pushing, shoving
And fighting each other till we fuss?
I’d never guess because I’m a typical guy
We’re different, nothing in common, you’re just shy.
And I try to show you what love is.
It’s pretty lame
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What is love?(cont.) Brian Odiana
What is love?
Is it having somebody that’s hard to tame?
Or a little game?
What is love?
Is it sex, sex, sex?
Making love?
The true feeling?
You’re an orange,
I’m a banana, and we’re just peeling.
But tell me: are we supposed to be the same?
You just sit around and do nothing.
It’s pretty lame.
What is love?
Is it having somebody that’s hard to tame?
Or a little game?
What is love?
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Love triangle Aaron campbell
I lust one
But I lust the other more
One has a good head…
But the other gives more
Is it Fiction or is it Reality
That more than one person has feelings for a man like
me
Or am I selfish for leading on all three?
Two other people and… I guess including me
All these emotions swimming through me like blood
cells
But it’s hard to open up to one if I can’t tell
Is it for real? Or is it for fake?
Is this “Real Love” or just for TV play
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Love triangle (cont.) Aaron campbell
I’m not hopping through Hoops
To get played like Flavor Flav
Need an answer now because time is ticking like next
day… 1, 2
You say how much you miss me
But I catch myself saying the same to both…
With two arrows, cupid just played me
My head’s wrapped
I’m hopping on a boat I’m about to sway away…
Away…
Away
Fashion Teresa Calabro
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RAWR Krista Fletcher
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Paper Airplanes Erin Martin
He flew every day at the same time, his head always in the
clouds. He’d zip carelessly through the sky, the sound of the motor
humming along, the propellers of his trusted plane seamlessly chop-
ping through the clear spring air. He’d make his way to the glittering
ocean to watch the sun set, when the earth and sky were in intimate
contact with each other. Sometimes it seemed that the earth and sky
kissed each other on the distant horizon, like lovers bidding their
nightly farewell into the dreaming realm. As he witnessed this marvel
during the evenings, he thought he’d never need anything else in his
life except for his plane, the sky, and the ocean. But as in life, things
changed in a single breath.
As the pilot was making his way to the ocean, he passed over
a green field. In the field were horses; they grazed lazily as he eyed
them from above. But as he looked, a vibrant color caught his eye.
Curious, he circled back to see what was in the field with the horses.
When he looked again, he saw something orangey and bright shine in
the evening sunlight. The second glance revealed a young woman at-
tached to a red flame by the head, her hair a beacon against the green
grass below. She raised her head towards the sky at the sound of the
pilot’s engine rumbling overhead, shielding her eyes from the bright
sunlight. He only saw her face for a split second but it was long
enough for him to fall madly in love with her. He vowed to himself to
impress her, to make her fall in love with him too.
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Paper Airplanes (Cont.) ERIN MARTIN
So began his daily routine of flying over the field with the
horses and his Earth Angel. He would fly over the field at the same
time every day and she would always be there, her hair a guiding
light amongst the sea of green grass. He’d do tricks: fly low, anything
to grab her attention, to earn him a smile. She’d look over her shoul-
der and smile, giving him the occasional wave but this was not
enough for him, he desired more; he needed to proclaim his smolder-
ing love for her or he would burst from the intense pressure that his
heart put on his chest. He could feel the ribs of his internal cage
cracking from the stress his heart put on it.
One day after his usual tricks and maneuvers, he dropped a
paper airplane out of the cockpit. It was a love letter. He prayed that it
would reach his Earth Angel with the gentle breeze that whispered
sweet nothings through her hair. He kept writing letters and dropping
them over her field throughout the spring and summer. Fall came and
he feared that he would lose his Earth Angel, her hair matching the
burning red and orange landscape below. Just as seasons changed, so
did her wardrobe; she traded her yellow sundress for the warmth of a
royal blue coat, blue as the free sky and the cold ocean.
The pilot grew weary knowing that the temperamental win-
ter was fast approaching, making flying very dangerous, but he was
willing
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Paper Airplanes (Cont.) Erin Martin
to take the risk. He could not last a season without his Earth Angel.
The seasons changed, and just as foreseen, the wicked winter winds
made flying nearly impossible. The pilot desperately flew over the
frozen field every day, still dropping love letters, hoping that they’d
land in his Earth Angel’s hands. On a bitter and blustery day, the pilot
flew his plane over the now cold and empty field. Just as he was
reaching it, a sudden gust of wind took him by surprise, stealing his
control over the plane, making him plummet to the ground. All he
could think about was his beautiful Earth Angel in the terrifying mo-
ments before his plane impacted with the unforgiving snow-covered
ground.
The pilot presumed himself dead as he lay there motionless
and cold, devoid of all sensation. He barely opened his eyes when he
heard a soft voice speaking to him in the distance. Through the small
sliver of light that his eyes offered him, he saw a lock of flaming hair
close to his face and he smiled, closed his eyes again and slept for
many days. When he awoke, he discovered his Earth Angel by his
side, gently smiling and stroking the side of his face. His eyes wan-
dered around the warm and cozy room. He saw close to a hundred
paper airplanes hanging from the ceiling, every single one of them
written in his own hand, thrown out of his very plane. She had saved
every single one of them; she had even climbed trees to get them. He
looked back at his beloved Earth Angel and she glanced at the ceiling
above and tenderly smiled back at him.
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Paper Airplanes (Cont.) Erin Martin
The pilot smiled and stretched his tired and longing arms
towards her and they embraced for many silent, loving moments.
They spent the long winter huddled together in her little home by the
sea, near the flames of the fire, the pilot finally close to the flames of
his beloved’s hair.
The seasons changed, as seasons do, and when spring came
they were still together, hand in hand. The pilot got a new plane and
took to the skies once again but always to return to his Earth Angel at
the end of each day. He even took her with him. She marveled at how
sparkling and new ocean looked from the sky but all the pilot could
think about was how beautiful his bride to be was. The pilot looked
over at her and was glad to know that all of his paper airplanes that
now hung in her room had gone to good use.
What the pilot didn’t know for a long time was that each
paper airplane had given the Earth Angel something that she had nev-
er known that she could have; they gave her a pair of wings to fly
with. Wings to dream on, to fly away from all of her loneliness and
sorrow, wings to fly her to her beloved pilot. And there was nothing
more that either one could wish for than a pair of wings to fly away
with into the big free sky with their heads in the clouds.
Dizzy Erin Martin
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Untitled Ratmir Abdrashitov
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One’s Life‽ Isabelle Ogoula
Waiting for something…
Sometimes just a something I ignore.
Balanced between the desire to let everything down, but at the same
time motivated
by a hypothetical reward.
A reward I ignore.
They told me I have to wait.
That everything will come to me if I wait
Every day, I am going there.
Still waiting for this something, this good I ignore.
Will it come?
Isn’t it the purpose of one’s life?
This something directing every move, every decision, every breath?
Here is the morning, I just woke up.
I am afraid.
Will it come?
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One’s Life‽ (Cont.) Isabelle Ogoula
Days pass, nights finish.
Will it come?
Questioning movements, comparisons, acceptance.
Faith, doubts, all these feelings boiling inside me, making an indefinite
chaos.
Willing to abandon, to quit.
The purpose remains unclear; searching for answers, fear of losing.
Still living, surviving, existing.
Blaming universal forces.
Breathing profoundly, fighting on the inside.
Living, surviving, existing.
The sun is shining, it’s a winter morning.
I can feel the wind on my face while walking.
Looking at the blue sky.
Reaching my destination. I look around me, everything is taking form.
Living, living, enjoying.
The wait is over, here, there, this something is finally mine.
Living, succeeding, loving.
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Bottom Up Poem Cassie Fercodini
(read normally then read from the bottom to the top)
as if you’re invisible,
the world is just traveling normally
like you’re in a sound-proof room,
with an urge to scream
never know what direction you’ll end up.
It’s like a black hole.
but no one to help
everything built up
no one to find
An unspoken mind,
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Daddy’S Cassie Fercodini
Do you realize what you do to her?
Does anything matter to you?
“I’m a bad person, I won’t change”
Repeating in her head, she can’t take it.
You have no feelings,
She doesn’t even know who you even are
Will she ever get that relationship with you?
Her mind tells her not to want it,
Her heart just wants to know the feeling.
“Daddy’s little girl” makes her sick,
Seeing girls next to their fathers,
Tickle wars full of laughter,
Might as well put a dagger to her heart.
You really don’t realize what you do to her
She was the only good thing out of you
Daddy’s little girl will never be.
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Progress
Aaron Campbell
Determination, Motivation Are key words that I use to strive for greatness,
Greatness Best of the best
I’m on my own lane, I ain’t worried about the rest Hating… Faking things that people do to steer you to the west
Off track Push you off track
But never let another person be the blame of Your Success The mind is a terrible thing to waste
Do, don’t, let what you learn get erased, duplicate Your Mind, Education and your Wealth to the fullest
Extend it to the fullest, the best, and Yes There will be Losses, Depression, and Stress
But it’s all a part of the Road to Success Get your walking shoes, because it’s a Long Process
But remember It’s all a part of the
Progress
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Zoned Aaron Campbell
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Papa was a rolling $tone, That’$ what
momma $aid
At least
“That name been dead to me a long time ago”
The “Daddy” that $he know$ now is the one
Throwing his “C’S” up full of one’$
Making it rain with them fund$
As $he $lide$ down that pole
Going round and round
Like Merry-Go,
Applaud her when she hits the….
Floor
While chanting “THAT’$ RIGHT, J GO!”
Wait did they just call “J” a “Hoe”?
“Yep but I’m too high so I ju$t let it go”
That cloudy feeling loudy, making one feel
out of body, on the pole doing palette$
It seem$ like $he’$ $miling, when she’$ real-
ly frowning
Cha$e them waterfall$ and $he ended up…
Drowning
Feeling hella wavy from the cloud that she
been cha$ing, facing Reality, that $he can’t
face
$o $he wa$ting Creativity, Face to Face
with a Face that $he CAN’T Face $o $he
Era$e and CUT$ without a Pa$te….
Jezebel
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Purple Clouds Anonymous
Purple clouds taking charge,
Trees swaying all directions,
Rain pouncing on the windows,
Sound of explosions with lightning strikes as
Puddles reflect the streetlights to
Blind one gazing through a
Dark, foggy, and gloomy window.
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Dancing with Fireflies
Van Nguyen
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The Red Lord Avonell Cook
I am He Before Whom the Sky Shakes, the howling of the
desert wind. The force of my anger moves mountains of sand, carves
a new landscape, and rebuilds the world. I bring the storm to your
people, the torrents that knock you to your knees, drowning you in a
sea that is only moments old. I split the sky with lightning, strike fire
to your hearts.
I am the Lord of the Red Land, the desert, the place of death.
My domain is that fiery place where no man dares to go. Alone under
the sun’s seething beams, I hunt through the dunes. I navigate the
desperate places, I fight the poisonous ones, and I live.
I am Great of Strength; I alone can stop the Evil One. I stand
at the head of the sun-boat. With my spear, I fight the One who
Would
Destroy All. It is my destiny, for I am the god who stands apart. I
save the great king with my mighty arm, and when the Serpent is
slain, I case the fragments of Its body into the fires of the sun.
I am SET, once king of this land, and I live to fight again.
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Boston Sunset Daurys Batista
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Sustainability Eric acheampong
We have been given only one planet Earth.
This is the land of our birth.
It contains the water we drink.
Its resources are starting to shrink.
There are many ways to help the planet we cherish
Instead of helping it to perish.
We can recycle many of the things we use every day
And use less energy and see flowers in May.
Though it is tough to change an old habit
We have to preserve the planet we inhabit.
We would also be saving the money we earn
And have less fuel to burn.
Let’s try to be green
And see our water completely clean.
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Neon Lights Racquel Rhodenizer
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I am like a king that lost his throne. When people look at
me they sometimes treat me as waste, and forget that their
bodies cry for my taste. I am a prayer in some 3rd world
country, where they beg for me to be clean. And sad
enough I even cause disease. But remember, do not blame
me for these things because it is greed that causes me to be
this way. Do not forget that you can help me make a
change.
Water Iysha Harold
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Like My Momma Iysha Harold
I wanna be like my momma, a black woman who
can fight drama. She sheds no tears when Hell comes to
fight. She always wins, and I show complete honor. She is
beautiful too. But I won’t tell her that because she might
blush and get cocky. I know she will because she is just
like me. Even though we don’t look the same, we still be
similar in various ways. I’m just a quiet version of her.
One of my weaknesses is I cry, cuz my heart is so big and
the world is so small, it can’t handle my love. She can put
a barrier over her heart. I’ma have to learn how she does
it. I wanna be like my momma. I can’t help but repeat that
statement in my mind. When I close my eyes, I see her
smile and making people laugh. That’s my momma, so
beautiful. Thank you for being you. I’ma one day be just
like you. Yeah I said, just like my momma.
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Back Cover By: Ratmir Abdrashitov
© Fisher College 2012
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Boston, MA 02116